The water shines only by the sun. And it is you who are my sun. – Charles de Leusse
Abigail had been up for a few hours. She was too excited to sleep. She was going sailing with Garrett today. Yesterday she had picked up a cute white bikini, a cute A-line dress with anchors on it, and a cute pair of white tennis shoes. She had put her hair up in a high ponytail so that it did not bother her with the wind blowing. She decided to only wear a little mascara and lip gloss. She slid into her outfit. She looked in the mirror and was pleased. She packed her bikini and sunscreen in her beach bag. He would be here soon. She felt like a giddy teenager waiting on him. She heard the doorbell. She grabbed her sunglasses and ran to the door. She opened it to his handsome smile. He grabbed
